Two rules that are never broken:
1. Drunken mistakes have lasting consequences
2. New Year's resolutions never go as planned
But is it a good thing or a bad thing when life throws in the plot twists? Calum and CiCi are about to find out...
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Calu...
Calum's fist collided with the door hard enough to sting through his knuckles, continuing to pound on the wood until he hears the lock click.
"What the fuck?" He spits the second CiCi appears in the open space. Shoving past her into the house he rounds to face her again.
"I tried to call you." She rolls her eyes as she turns from shutting the door.
"Are you fucking kidding me, CiCi! You're pregnant? I ASKED! You said we would be fine. And you fucking post in on Instagram before really trying anything else. You could have left a voicemail! A text! Come by my house? Anything else!" He is seeing red as he yells.
"CALUM!" She laughs, full on laughs, her head falling back, "I'm not pregnant. Not even close."
"Wha—what?" He stops short, eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he looks at her.
"We were fine, safe, even when we skipped the condom. But you were ignoring me! I missed you! I needed to get your fucking attention and this was the only way that was going to happen!"
"Are you fucking kidding me, CiCi? Do you know how much shit you just caused me with that post! It's not funny and it's not okay! You really are a full fucking bitch and I really need to get the fuck away from you."
"No!" Pure panic fills her eyes as she begs him to stay, moving slightly in front of the door as if she could really stop him if he tried to leave.
"You did this to yourself, CiCi! I was fucking into you! More than I even knew. But you decided to shit all over the relationship and progress we had made by turning your back on everything we had talked about and fucking that guy at the party. I know we aren't exclusive, but watching you get felt up by someone else was not the way to keep me coming back. And I know you knew that that night. I hope he likes sharing cuz I'm done. And fucking correct everyone on the post!" He yells, moving towards her and the door behind her.
"I didn't sleep with him." Her voice is softer, her hand grasping his forearm as he tries to pass her. "I couldn't. He was all wrong. He didn't smell like coconut or nicotine. His lips were small and dry, and his hands touched me all wrong. I didn't do it. The video had everything that happened. I begged Brit to not post it. I got scared. Cecilia felt exposed to you and I didn't like it so I panicked. But I liked that even less..." Her big brown eyes are soft as they look into his hard and angry eyes still. "I'm sorry, Calum."
The silence grows more tense as their eyes stay locked with each other for what feels like centuries. Calum trying to figure out where his head is, all the information she just gave him fighting with the inherent pain and anger he's held towards her for weeks. CiCi's eyes looking pained and almost afraid.
"I'm sorry." She squeaks out again, letting go of his arm and turning to move out of his way. Calum's eyes glance from the door to her and back again before he turns, looping his arm around her stomach and pulling her backwards. Spinning her until her back is pinned against the front door.
"Don't fucking play with me, Lia. I am not a game." He growls, attaching his lips to hers hotly as he lifts the hem of her shirt up and off quickly.
"I'm sorry, daddy." She moans as his hands cup over her breasts, massaging the tissue with a tension that clearly shows he is still angry with her. His lips and teeth nipping and kissing harshly over her neck as his hands lower to surround her ass. This is it, this is how it was supposed to feel. His tropical tobacco musk and warm calloused fingers, plump lips, and perfect knowledge of her body.
Without help he easily lifts her thighs, pushing himself against her as he sinks his teeth into her collarbone, forcing a shaky yelp of pleasure from her lips.
"Fuck me." She groans, pushing at his shoulder until he pulls away, his eyes blown black and hard looking still as they meet hers before he dips his lips back to her porcelain skin. His tongue moves down her torso as he pops the clasp of her bra, throwing it away as he pulls her right nipple between his lips. His fingers working over the other harshly as he begins to grind his hips into hers.
Turning, the first thing he spots is the dining table, dropping her against it as soon as he's crossed the room. His hands making quick work of her remaining clothing before he drops between her legs. His tongue attacking her cleft heavily and without build up.
"Cal!" Her whole body tenses in reaction, fingers digging into his short curls as he laps at her sex, working her up with his tongue as she calls out for him, moaning his name in the sinful tone reserved only for his ears. Shoving his own pants and briefs down he moves off her as her legs begin to twitch.
"You are so fucking infuriating." He spits harshly as he pulls her by the hips to the edge of the table, sinking himself unapologetically into her tight walls.
"Such a fucking bitch." He groans at the sensation of her walls around him.
"Psychotic. Narcissistic, a pain in my ass. But fuck anyone else who's ever got to fuck you. Because you're fucking mine. And I refuse to let you want anyone else." He hisses, leaning forward to capture her lips with his own, sheathing himself within her over and over.
"Harder daddy." She pants, tightening her hold around him as he drives himself into her. His hands dropping to still her hips, slamming his own harder and faster into hers as he does, her nails dragging down his back as she calls out. His own high watching over him as he continues to move against her, hers coming swiftly after, teasing it out fully and then some before he finally collapses against her chest. Sweaty skin pressed together as he stays within her. Their labored breathing fills the house for quite a few minutes before he finally lifts off her, grunting as he pulls out, dragging his briefs and pants back up his legs.
"I really am sorry." She whispers as he finds his shirt and pulls it on. "I don't know how to be like this and it's scary."
Calum lets his eyes trail over her naked body, bruises covering her neck and upper chest, lips swollen and hair a mess. Smirking slightly at the mess on the dinning table between her open and bruised legs. His own stomach aching with desire for her again already. Something about her laying there so perfectly fucked and vulnerable.
"Clear up the accusations. I don't need that shit. And my Lia wouldn't do that." He comments coldly still.
"I promise." She nods, and without another word he moves to the front door, pulling it open and exiting silently.
*** CiCi
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Liked by britbrat, and 382,942 others. CiCi: Jokes guys!! I am not pregnant!! But I have to find new ways to have fun in quarantine. Still stream the album though! It is amazing!!! 💋
——————————— This chapter has big Not In The Same Way vibes.
What comes of this fight?
This book is finished! Epilogue included. 30 chapters and an epilogue!!! I cannot wait to have you guys see the rest of CalCi's story.
Also, a very Happy New Year to all of you! 2020 has been crazy! So let's make 2021 all about hope and progress! I hope you all have a safe and enjoyable new year.
